Climbing on a tree elsewhere, Chrissy looked out into the field.

"Strange," she wondered, "how does it feel like there are so many people missing?" ”

Although the village was not too big, Chrissy remembered that there were many children her own age in the village.

However, when she looked at it today, she inexplicably found that there were many fewer friends gathered in their "secret clearing" at this time than on weekdays.

Some of the more well-informed approached Chrissy and whispered, "It seems that something has happened, and I won't let them out." ”

"I also heard from my family that I don't go out today, I still secretly hid from them and came out of the house!"

"Did you see the man from the city? The clothes we wear are different from ours! ”

"Oh, oh, oh, I've heard from my family, this seems to be a priest!"

In this era, the clergy were basically the most knowledgeable of the people.

When she heard that the man might be a priest, Chrissy immediately felt a certain closeness to him, and this feeling even dispelled her fear of the guy: "Then he must know a lot!" ”

"Not really! I've heard that he's been specifically asked to solve problems that we can't solve! ”

Even Chrissy has heard of the problems in the village.

It is said that I don't know when it started, but the village has recently started to be infested with rats.

The small animals in their village were not quite the same as ordinary rats, and according to many eyewitnesses, some of them were large and fast, and they ran through the bushes at night like a gust of wind.

Someone even said that one night he came across a giant mouse that was almost the size of a child.

The mouse actually stood on top of the ridge, staring at the man with a pair of red eyes that seemed to glow.

According to the man, when he looked at the mouse, he was like looking at a terrible aristocratic lord, and he was so frightened that he couldn't move and stiffened.

After staring at each other for a long time, the mouse quickly jumped into the bushes and died silent.

Faced with this story, the vast majority of people in the village thought that the person made it up.

After all, how can there be a rat that is so big and looks like a human?

However, it didn't take long for everyone to gradually start to realize a problem.

That's the rats in their village, and it does seem to be a bit overwhelmed.

This damn creature hides in the cold, damp crevices, camps in all sorts of places unnoticed by humans, and then sneaks into people's barns or houses, nibbling on their food and possessions.

Although no one has counted how much money has been lost due to rats, most people will say a few words about how many things have been gnawed at their homes and that some things are unusable.

Later, finally someone couldn't stand this kind of life.

They approached the village chief, Chris's father, and asked him to come to the door for a solution.

The village chief, of course, was at a loss.

You tell him to report to the nobles who collect the rent that there are a few fewer families today, but you tell him to go to the people above and send an army dedicated to catching rats to exterminate these "vermins......

Although there is indeed such a profession as "rat catcher", most of those guys are wandering artists or wanderers, how can they settle somewhere?

Therefore, the village chief is also at a loss.

Just when they were anxious about the rat infestation in the village.

One day, a well-dressed man with a handsome face suddenly came to visit, carrying a heavy suitcase.

He describes himself as a priest from a nearby city, and claims to have a special skill at catching rats that can wipe out those monsters once and for all.

"These guys are demons, enemies of God," he said, "and I can help you with this, but you need to pay for it." ”

Hearing this, the village chief was overjoyed and hurriedly asked what kind of reward he needed.

Originally, he thought that this man needed money and possessions, but to his surprise, this man vetoed the wealth taken out by the village chief, and instead made an inexplicable request: "I need each of you to provide me with a 'piece of thought'." ”

"This fragment of thought can be an important memory, a persistent 'belief', or a 'dream' that has not been shaken by it," the man said kindly, "The important thing is that it must be part of your 'spirit' and it must be deeply ingrained." ”

Thought snippets?

The village chief didn't understand: "I probably understand what you mean, but how do you want us to ...... Thinking to you? ”

Faced with the village chief's doubts, the man smiled easily.

He quickly pulled out an airtight container full of liquid from his pocket and handed it to the village chief: "Please dilute this in water and give it to everyone to drink." By the time you fall asleep, you'll be able to have a happy experience. ”

"In the midst of that wonderful experience, I will collect your 'spirit'." He said in a surging voice.

Pinching that strange container, the village chief wanted to refuse at the first time.

But thinking of the trouble that the whole village was in in the end, the village chief finally gritted his teeth and nodded heavily: "Okay! ”

"I can agree, but you have to settle this matter first," said the village chief, "and we won't be able to fulfill the agreement until you've settled it!" ”

Hearing this, the priest bowed slightly: "No problem." ”

Both sides achieved the desired results in this meeting.

After getting the container, the village chief left the place for a while—although the village was small, he didn't need to do anything.

The priest was left alone to sit in his seat, leisurely sorting through the strange bottles and cans in his backpack.

After a while.

A voice came from next to the priest: "So this is how you use the Soul Law?" A fragment of other people's spirit, borrowing this fragment, you can connect with other people? ”

In the face of this voice, the priest did not raise his head: "The law is like a simple center, and everything else is the core from which it extends. You can use this hub to make a fuss around, but it is very difficult to pinpoint an individual. ”

"After all, the individual is so weak, almost like a speck of dust and the vast universe in front of the law, how can you find a leaf in the infinite universe with precision? Therefore, the mental fragment of other people is a tool responsible for positioning. ”

As he spoke, he finally raised his head: "But this probably has nothing to do with you, after all, 'time' is not a complex and rigid thing like 'soul'. Not to mention, time is the king of all laws—even more powerful than our current Emperor, His Majesty. ”

Opposite him.

A pale man suddenly appeared, and then sat firmly in his chair.

"What do you think of time," the pale-faced man sneered, "a master? An individual? No, no, time is not such an inexplicable thing. It is unique, and therefore the person who inherits time is also unique and indivisible. ”

As he spoke, he didn't want to go on.

Looking at the priest, he turned to ask, "When are you going to go to the Heavenly Abyss?" ”

Faced with this question, the movement of the priest's hand paused slightly.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the man in front of him: "Ready?" ”

"Of course," said the man, with a relaxed face, "I didn't have it at first, but after entering this village, I'm sure I've found it." ”

Interesting.

The priest smiled and said, "It seems that I have come here in the right place. ”

The man also smiled: "This is the decision of fate - just like I told you before, fate is always a cobweb that cannot be broken free." Most of the time you think you've escaped your fate, when in fact you're just caught in a bigger and deeper net. ”

When he said this, he had a mysterious smell on him, making it feel as if he could see through him the vastness of the ...... Time.

However, the clergy had long since become accustomed to it: "Do prophets like to say things that sound mystical but are not really nutritious?" ”

"Of course," the Prophet said, spreading his hands, "wouldn't it be amusing if others would be overwhelmed and racking their brains by your words?" ”

"At the end of the day, it's so much fun to be a riddler."

It's really bad interest.

The priest sighed: "Tian Yuan's words, just wait until I completely solve the matter at hand." ”

"You know, in order to be able to make my wish come true, I need to create a hybrid of human and xeno," he said, "stealing time is only the first step, and how to further control time is the key." ”

"Humans and xenos are like twins of one and the same, and xenomorphs are born from human minds and thoughts, clinging to human bones like maggots. It's a wonderful phenomenon to know that the law of xenomorphism is born after the law of man, and yet this law can be born and nourished by another law......"

With his hands folded against his chin, the priest whispered, "It's hard not to wonder if something is deliberately causing all this, otherwise, isn't it really strange that something like xenomorphism can be created, grow and grow, and even threaten the law in turn?" Obviously, there have been countless times when it will be wiped out by the law, but with its attachment and concealment, it has escaped several catastrophes, and finally produced a monster like me......"

"It's so coincidental that it makes people wonder if someone has set everything up." The priest summed it up this way.

Faced with his summary, the Prophet simply smiled: "Unfortunately, it is now the year of [beep]. If it were a few hundred years from now, you would probably be one of the founders of objective idealism in history textbooks. ”

With his chin propped in his hand, the Prophet glanced out the door.

"It's slow," he muttered to himself, "it looks like we need to speed it up a little bit, or it's painful to keep people waiting." ”

The voice fell.

It was as if something was catering to his voice.

Under a wave that looked like a wave, the priest looked out the window.

At this moment, he could see the sun outside the window from rising to setting, the moon shining brightly and then being obscured by the sun.

Looking at the lost sunshine, the priest muttered to himself, "This is the ...... of time"

"That's what I crave."

Looking at the priest, the Prophet shook his head: "It's just a superficial use of time, don't you know the principle?" Using oneself as a coordinate system, he changes his perception of time by influencing his memory, and makes a time jump to a certain extent. ”

Listening to the prophet's lightly written explanation, the priest's expression was bitter.

"Although you say it very simply," he sighed, "it is a simple thing that I have been wishing for thousands of years. ”

The Prophet scoffed, "Where is this?" ”

"The true master of the law of time should be able to observe the infinite future at will, just like the spectator who observes time thousands or even countless times," the prophet sighed, "This is the one who truly controls the law of time." ”

"Such a person...... Does it really exist? The priest muttered to himself.

The Prophet, on the other hand, shrugged his shoulders: "It cannot exist, and the human body cannot bear the price of time." Even I need to use this power as little as possible now. Like the kind of time observation that can be made countless times in a split second? If you can't do it, you can't do it. ”

"So that's why no one can control time," the Prophet said, taking a bottle from the priest, uncapping it, and taking a sip of the bottle's liquid, "It's only time itself, and ...... A 'contradiction' that could not exist in the world. ”

"Normal things are governed by time, and only abnormal things can jump out of time. It's like a screw jumping out of the production line, and it no longer belongs to this logical system. Therefore, only it can be the key and core to the complete destruction of this system. ”

The Prophet said, pouring the bottle directly into his mouth, grunting as he poured: "It's like the opposition between humans and aliens, if something can exist in a contradictory form, then I'm afraid he can touch time." If you think about it, at least it has to be a confrontation of the level of 'good' and 'evil', right? ”

"However, that's just touching, to really control it...... Oh, I guess it's 'life' and 'death'. ”

The Prophet sneered: "And it has to be in the form of a human being, because xenomorphs are a mistake that cannot exist in this world, and all 'origins' are only reduced to the nutrients of time in the end. After all, the law of xenomorphism is too fragile, and the individuals born because of this law will probably be wiped out by the aftermath of time before they even touch time. ”

"So how is that possible? A living dead man? Ha! Don't make me laugh. ”

Hearing this, the priest was silent.

On the other side, as if seeing the priest's hesitation, the prophet patted him on the shoulder: "But don't worry, I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry about it yet." ”

He said something that the priest did not understand, and then continued: "If you can combine humanity and xenomorphs, taking into account the strengths of humans on the one hand and the advantages of xenos on the other, then you may still be able to stick to the cold ass of time." ”

"If your face is hot enough, you might be able to set it on fire!"

Listening to the prophet's undisguised laughter, the priest sighed.

He didn't have anything to do with the wanton, dissolute guy in front of him.

A self-proclaimed "prophet" who has no hope for the future means nothing in the end, no matter how much you plan for him.

For he had long wanted to die, and if your plan was clever enough, perhaps the Prophet would have applauded and put his neck into the noose in peace.

In the final analysis, he is a man who has lost hope, and even standing here is a blasphemy of time.

It's a pity that I still need his help.

With a sigh, the priest glanced at the door.

"Looks like it's over," he said, standing up, his face relaxed, "and all that's left is the kids who can be used as bodies." ”

Looking at the priest as he got up, the Prophet shook his head: "What a scum you are, Hermes. ”

"Dozens of people, kill them when they say they want to kill them, and now they're going to do human experiments on those little children," the Prophet said, holding the bottle, "I'm afraid I would have screwed your head off long ago." ”

Hearing this, the priest, or Hermes, just smiled.

"But you're the same person as me now, aren't you?" Hermes asked rhetorically.

When the prophet heard this, he was slightly stunned at first.

Then the next second, he grinned and said, "A class of people? No, although the same can be said...... That's what you should be! ”

"I'm not like anyone else, I can't resist the responsibility," the Prophet shook his head, "and I'm not a saint, but a scoundrel!" At least it's easier to be a villain, and the thing I hate most is trouble. ”

"Anyway, our last fate is to be killed by heroes, so why not make some pretentiousness and sing the praises of the gray life of bastards?"

As he spoke, the Prophet raised the bottle and shook it at Hermes: "Cheers! ”

After saying this, he drank the whole bottle of Hermes %* directly.

The liquid from the change of rules slowly surged down his throat, and it wasn't long before an intoxicated expression appeared on the Prophet's face.

"This is probably a fairyland!" He laughed and danced, "A perfect world where no one dies!" ”

He's probably completely insane.

Hermes thought so and left the room.

He needed to see the "test subjects" who were about to undergo surgery.